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“That’s my sad stuff,” he said after a while “What’s yours?”

She cocked her head sideways as if sizing hi herself if she wanted to share with him Him of all people Unsteady Quinn Unreliable Quinn Quinn, who had sold Sa tortured by Caine and Drake Quinn, who had alotten Astrid killed Quinn, as only tolerated now because when it had all hit the fan in the big battle he had finally stepped up and pulled that trigger and…

“You ever et?” Lana asked him “Someone who you meet them and forever after it’s like they own a piece of you?”

“No,” Quinn said He felt a little disappointed “I guess he’s a lucky dude”

Lana was so startled, she laughed “No Not that kind of guy Maybe not a guy at all Maybe not…well, not a dude the way you ht? Like they took that hook and stuck it in me like I was a worm You kno on the end of a fishhook there’s this barb? So you can’t pull it out without ripping a big hole in yourself?”

Quinn nodded without really understanding

“And then, ht: You almost want the fisherman to reel you in It’s like, okay, you have that hook in et it out, I’et it over with and stay out of htmares”

Quinn still didn’t understand what she e of a fish, reeled in, helpless, stuck with him Quinn knew hopelessness when he heard it He’d just never expected to hear it from the most beloved person in the FAYZ

The h with the slow music, kids wanted to rock out, so Hunter dialed up sonize He started to move to the rhythm, but Lana wasn’t into it

She put her hand on his shoulder and said, “I see Albert’s free, and I have to talk to him”

She turned aithout a further word Quinn was left with the feeling that however bad his nightmares were, the Healer’s orse

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61 HOURS, 3 MINUTES

THE ARGUMENT WITH Astrid about Albert’s club had not been pretty

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